Page 7 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

Staring at the built-in shelf in my shower, my eyes locked on my wife’s shampoo and conditioner that still sat there. Body wash too. I should have gotten rid of it. The fragrance still lingered in her bottles, all I had to do was open them.

I remembered her smell, that unique smell of violets. Every time we showered together, the smell lingered around me for hours despite my own body wash. I’d lather her hair, help her smooth out those red tangles. She was so responsive to every touch of mine. I could still remember each moan, each touch from her during our last shower together.

I closed my hand around my cock as I pictured my wife - her body writhing under me, her full mouth smiling dreamily as she prepared to take my cock between her lips. God, the first time she lowered herself onto her knees, I almost spilled before she even took my cock into her mouth. After weeks of foreplay and her refusing to ever get on her knees for any man, it was the most magnificent sight.

My queen wanted me as much as I wanted her. Her submission was fucking erotic. With one hand pressed against the stone wall of the shower, I gripped my cock tighter and stroked it as I pictured my wife, the mental image of our last time together in the shower.

“Luciano, what are you doing?” Grace rasped, a blush spreading through every inch of her pale skin. She blushed so easily and her light complexion with freckles refused to hide it. I fucking loved it.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, prepared to worship her. She was like the rarest brand of cognac that I wanted to savor for the rest of my life.

“I’m going to taste my wife. My queen,” I murmured against her pussy. “And love every fucking second of it.”

She was my queen. The way her body shuddered at my touch, the way her beautiful eyes hazed with lust. Her sassy mouth always turned soft after I’d gotten her off.

“Um, what?”

Gently, I spread her legs open with my hands, and I felt her limbs tremble. She was beautiful like that, her wide eyes watching me with anticipation and her cheeks flushed in excitement and embarrassment. Her innocence was evident in every touch she gave me, every word she spoke. But there was also strength underneath it all.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I rasped. “Understood?” She nodded, her mouth parted slightly, and the moment I leaned in and swiped my tongue against her slit, a shuddering moan escaped her lips. Her lids lowered, but she did as I commanded, keeping our eyes locked together.

My wife tasted divine. I could have eaten her for days and never sated this hunger for her. I sucked on her little sensitive nub. Her body withered above me, pushing into my mouth, pulling away. But I wouldn’t let her pull away. She was mine, to pleasure, to fuck, to use. All fucking mine.

“Oh, Luciano,” she moaned, her gaze full of lust through her heavy eyelids. “I’m gonna-”

I pulled away, chuckling darkly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Luciano-” she protested, her soft body pushing against me, offering herself to me. Like a good little wife.

“You’ll come with me inside you,” I commanded her in a hoarse voice, rising to my feet. Blood pumped through my veins, my cock rock hard and eager to be in her tight little pussy. “I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock as you come, hear you scream my name.”

I turned her around and bent her over the shower bench. Her hands instinctively held on the marble bench. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched me with anticipation, licking her lips. My wife was greedy when it came to pleasure, and I loved that about her.

In one thrust, I filled her to the hilt and she threw her head back, screaming my name. I fucking loved her passion, her enthusiasm. My fingers gripped the soft flesh on her hips, and I fucked her deeper and harder than ever before. And she took all of me, her moans vibrating against the tile, mixing with the sound of shower spray.

“Luciano. Oh, please,” she panted, arching her back. My strokes grew harder and more desperate, needing her all. She always begged… my little wife was perfect for me in that regard. She met each one of my thrusts with a pant, taking me deeper and harder till she screamed her pleasure, and I felt her insides grip my cock in a chokehold as she brought me my own, and I spent inside her pussy.

My balls tightened at the memories and I stroked harder and faster, imagining her beautiful ginger red mane in my fist as I pounded into her. My cock pulsed, my orgasm bearing down my spine hard and fast. This was what I had been reduced to, jerking off for years with the images of my wife. Only her!

She was fucking mine!

My cum splattered against the shower wall, the thoughts of her moaning as she sucked me. The memories of her screaming my name when I fucked her hard took me over the edge and this time it was me with her name on my lips.

Finding my release, I felt a fraction of a tension leaving my body. My eyes were still locked on the remains of my wife’s possessions in the shower. Wishing for … Fuck, I didn’t know what. I didn’t dare to even think what I wished for.

If I only knew that day it was the last time I’d have her. From the moment I touched her, she became my vice. The way she moaned my name, melted into my touch… it grated on me that a niece of that fucking Alphonso Romano would be the one to become my addiction.

Where the fuck are you hiding, wife?

She was hiding; I was sure. I couldn’t even think of the alternative. She was too young and too stubborn to die. My men had found people that hid in the jungles and deserts but they seemed incapable of locating my wife. Three fucking years and no sign of her. Not even a hint of where she might be.

Every so often there’d be a false alarm, a woman that looked like my wife. But it was never her. Alphonso Romano hid her well. There could be no other explanation. My wife was too naive to be hiding on her own without leaving any traces. The idea of her being under his protection made me want to burn down every single thing the Romano family owned tonight.

I pressed my palms against the cold tile, bent my head forward, and let water rain on me. Three long years. It shouldn’t be that hard to find one little woman. After all, the world wasn’t that big. But apparently, it was big enough to hide her.

I stepped out of the shower and secured a towel around my waist. The same moment my phone rang. I grabbed it and saw it was an unknown number. It wasn’t surprising. We went through burners like guns.

“Yes.”

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